Author's Note: I forgot to give a huge thanks to my beta MaitresseStAndrie for all of her help with these chapters. She has been amazing! She's kicking my butt in gear for more updates.

Not trolling for reviews, but I'd love feedback. So if you think of anything that can help the story along or any places you'd like to see them cause havoc in just let me know! I'd be happy to work it in.

Disclaimer: I tried to bribe Jasper into stealing Twilight and running away with me, but Bella threatened to burn me to ashes. *sigh*

BPOV

Standing on the balcony, just enjoying the tranquility and each others presence was amazing. When Jasper mentioned what he was thinking about, I couldn't help but to let my mind wander also. I had believed myself to be ordinary in my human life and thought for sure that I would not have any powers or be extraordinary as a vampire. I was wrong, so very wrong. Not only did I have a power, I had three. I still had a hard time wrapping my mind around it. They were all very different from one another, but were all rooted in the same base, my soul. One was linked directly to my emotions and only worked with the most important person in my life, Jasper. The second seemed to be linked to my anger; at least at first. And, the third was linked to my caring and humanity. The family likes to say it's my selflessness carried over from my human life. Whatever it is, it took awhile to get used to. I curled closer into my Cowboy's arms and let my mind wander through the memories.

I chuckled internally at the thought of having to kiss each member of my family. If Edward was human I'm sure he would have had a stroke or something. I didn't take it personally that he seemed to be completely appalled. I knew he was a "refined gentleman", but that was bordering a trip to Prudeville, population one. His wife had to practically force him to do it. Honestly, it was all in the name of science.

I thought Alice was going to explode when it was her turn. It wasn't because she had wanted to kiss me. I think it was because she saw how it was going to turn out. Rose was neither here nor there. She wanted to help, but it was just another night in our not-so-normal house. I thought Emmett was going to explode with excitement. He thought he would get a reaction for sure. I know he was only joking when he pretended to be sad. However, he was serious when he learned he hadn't spoiled me for Jasper. I drew the line at our parents. All in all it was a pretty fun night, kissing everyone aside.

The fire was pretty darn cool. I was a bit freaked out in the beginning. I mean what vampire wouldn't be. Fire is supposed to be the only thing that can really end our existence. God bless Jasper and his ability to calm me. He didn't even need to use his ability to do so. For awhile it was awesome. I didn't have Emmett stalking and harassing me and Alice didn't dare mention shopping. She thought that her power had stopped working since she didn't see that happening. Unfortunately, that didn't last long. Each of them would test my patience, and flames, more each week. When they finally realized I had enough control that I wouldn't kill them, they resumed their normal antics.

The last power was the most emotional for me. It was the one I held most dear. Don't get me wrong, it was nice to have that connection with Jasper, but this was something completely different. It allowed me to help people in a way I never thought possible. I had thought that the Cullen's were my guardian angels while I was human. This allowed me to be someone else's angel and help them with their pain, anguish, sickness and misery.

I rubbed my nose along Jasper's chest and sighed. He tightened his grip on me and held me close. My eyes began to close again. I listened to the gentle wind and the waves hitting the shore as I thought back on my last unique ability.

I had never had problems with my blood lust, even as a newborn. I had never craved human blood and had no problems interacting with humans from the first day I woke up. No one was surprised. Me? I was just thankful.

We had decided to spend the day exploring some small town along the Washington coast. It was peaceful and quaint. It looked like it had been there for at least one hundred years and hadn't been touched by the growth and hustle and bustle of the rest of the country. It was beautiful and I was really enjoying myself. As with most of Washington, this town was also covered in clouds. It allowed Jasper and I to walk along the boardwalk and sidewalks, hand-in-hand, just enjoying the scenery.

We had just passed a store window that had items that looked like antiques and relics from the region. In the shop window I could see a reflection of a couple walking past us. They were a lovely elderly couple. I watched them walk hand-in-hand just like us. The elderly man was shielding the woman against the chilly breeze. They both had smiles on their faces. From the looks of them you could tell that they had a relationship that had stood the test of time.

I was about to pull Jasper closer to the window to take a look when a small breeze brought the scent to my nose. At first I went rigid and then I went limp. Jasper's senses heightened and he caught me before I fell to the ground. He pulled me up and held me close to his body. I buried my head in his chest and wrapped his jacket around my fists. He pulled back only enough to put his hand between us and gently grabbed my jaw. He lifted my head up to look at him. His eyes were pleading with me to tell him what was wrong, to just say something. I took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Jasper, he is in such terrible pain."

"Who is, Darlin'?"

"That man that just walked past. I could feel it deep within my chest."

"Sugar, I didn't feel anything. Are you sure that's what you felt and not something else?"

"Babe, I know what I felt. He was in pain! It hurt me so bad."

I snuggled in to his chest again and just let him hold me. He was rubbing his hands across my back and it was helping me to calm down. When my head was finally clear enough I pulled Jasper over to a bench to sit so that we could talk. He sat down and pulled me on to his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder and tried my best to explain.

"He's dying."

"Who? The man?"

"Yes. I don't know how I know, I just do. I can feel his pain deep down in my bones."

"He is feeling pain in his bones?"

"I don't think so, no. I think it's that he is mentally in pain. It was so intense. It wasn't like how you said you feel emotions. This was something else. It's very hard to explain."

He hugged me and I laid my head on his shoulder. Then I went on to explain more.

"She's dying too. When he dies, she is going to die of a broken heart."

"Oh, Darlin', I'm so sorry you had to feel that."

"Thanks. I have to do something."

"What can you possibly do? You can't stop it. Not unless you change them."

"That's not what I meant. I have to try and help them. Not keep them from dying, but to help them have some kind of peace with it. I need to help take away their pain. It just feels like I have to."

We sat there for a few more minutes. I allowed Jasper to calm me down; it helped me think when I was relaxed. I know he must have been going crazy because my emotions were all over the place. They were draining me so I could only imagine what they were doing to him.

Finally I had calmed down enough to come up with a plan. I needed to meet this couple to find out more about them. I climbed out of his lap and took his hand. He came with me as we followed the older couple around town. I was trying to find a way to bump in to them that wouldn't make it seem suspicious. We finally had the chance at another small store. We made small talk and learned their names. They told us of how much we reminded them of when they first met and fell in love. That made me smile. We regrettably parted ways when they were getting ready to head home. We wished them well and let them know how nice it was to meet them.

Once we were back home Jasper did a bit of digging and found out that the old man was in fact dying. He had an incurable disease and had tried dozens of treatments, but nothing worked. He had plenty of money and connections so there wasn't anything we could do for him on that end. Jasper even asked Carlisle to look over his records and he confirmed there was nothing that could be done. You could tell how sad he was to deliver that news.

After a bit more digging, some of it slightly illegal, he had found that the man had a living will that said he should not be kept on life support. His wishes were to go peacefully at home, with his wife, in their bed. I was so drawn to them and insisted we go to their house that night. We stayed outside and listened to them talk.

"Honey, I am tired of being in pain. I just want to let go. I want to go to Heaven and be peaceful, but I also don't want to leave you."

"You won't be leaving me, Dear. I will follow you."

"You will not follow me. Not for a long time. You need to continue living."

"Oh, don't you see? It won't be a choice. When half of my heart, my soul, is gone I won't be able to survive. I won't, I don't have a choice."

"You don't know that. You will be fine. You will live to see our children and grandchildren continue to grow. They will need you."

"They will not need me and it won't be a choice. I already told you. Whether I want to or not I will follow you. I do want to follow you. We have been together for so long that I don't want to be part of a world that doesn't have you in it. I don't know how I know this, but I know it won't be but a few days we're apart. I can sense it. We will be together for eternity."

He pulled her close, kissed her forehead and they snuggled in to sleep. We could hear his labored breathing from outside the window where we sat. His breath would hitch in his sleep. In the same moment her heart would skip a beat. I wondered how that could happen. They were both asleep, not knowing what was going on in the conscious world, but they were in sync with one another. Jasper knew something was up. We turned to look at each other. I was the first one to speak.

"Jasper, we need to do something. He is suffering and so is she."

"What can we do? There is no treatment. There is no cure. Medicine to control the pain is all that we can offer him. You saw his file. You can see the house and the furnishings. There is nothing that we can buy him to make it better."

"We can give them their wish. He wants to die. She will follow. Why can't we allow them to go peacefully in their sleep? If this was Charlie I wouldn't want to see him suffer."

He thought about it for a few moments and bowed his head in defeat. He knew that the venom would seal the wound and all that would be left was a small, crescent shaped scar. With him being sick and both of them climbing in age they would think they died of natural causes. I knew he could feel how at peace they were; not only in their sleep, but with things to come.

"Aren't you worried about drinking human blood, Darlin'?"

"Not really. Not if it means they won't suffer anymore. I'll gladly take red eyes for a few more weeks if we could help them out."

He sighed and squeezed my hand. I know he was thinking of how selfless this was. He always thought that of me. He slowly stood up and offered me his hand. We crept into the home and then into the bedroom. We stood there watching the older couple for some time. Just as I was leaning to move the collar from the man's neck he stirred. He rubbed his eyes and then took in my features. You could see the confusion in his eyes, but then you could see comprehension and then serenity. When he spoke it was raspy and just barely above a whisper.

"Are you my guardian angel?"

"Yes, I am. I'm here to take away your pain."

Tears shown in his eyes; he turned to his wife and saw Jasper.

"Who is he?"

"That is your wife's guardian angel. She was speaking the truth when she told you that she would follow if you left. You each hold half of the others heart and soul. Neither of you could survive without the other. He is here to get her to you sooner. To save her the extra days of sadness while she waits to join you."

"Thank you, so very much. You don't know what this means to me."

"There is no need to thank me. Close your eyes and sleep."

Before I could ask Jasper sent a wave of lethargy to the man and he fell asleep once again. While they were sleeping we drained the couple of their blood, making sure to lick the puncture marks to seal the wounds. We watched the skin heal before we left.

When we returned home the family saw our red eyes. They knew I would have red eyes, but not Jasper. As the family began to panic I told them to sit down, we had something to tell them. I explained everything that had happened in the town, the couple and what we had found. Carlisle confirmed the parts that he knew. He had known about the man and his medical history, but not of our plans. We hadn't told anyone where we were going or what we were doing when we left. The family asked a few questions and we answered them as best we could. Carlisle gave a few theories and then things went back to normal.

This was how we were able to remain with the Cullens, a true part of their family, even though we drank from humans on occasion. What Jasper found interesting was that even though he got a taste of human blood again, it never made him relapse. He had no problems abstaining like so many years before. He said it was as if I held a piece of him that kept him intact. We were mates, soul mates at that. It was as if sharing this experience while helping other soul mates end their suffering somehow overshadowed the blood lust. Sometimes we would have fun with our humans, but it was only if I got the feeling that's what they would enjoy. Sometimes it was fun, like a few hours ago, sometimes it was peacefully like with the first couple and sometimes it was quick and unaware. We still lived the "vegetarian" lifestyle, until we came across such a couple.

I released my hold on his waist and stood up straight. I slowly left his embrace and grabbed his hand. I pulled him into the room, but left the doors open. The sound of the water was almost as calming to me as he was. I climbed into the bed and he joined me. He reached over the nightstand and grabbed Gone with the Wind.

"As much as I would love to hear you read to me in your sexy, southern accent. I had other things in mind."

"What would those be, Darlin'?"

I tossed the book on to the floor, straddled his hips and spoke.

"I can show you better then I can tell you."

He placed his hands behind his head and let a sly grin show across his luscious lips. With a twinkle in his eyes he answered, "Well, let's get on with the showin' then."

"You have to keep your hands right where they are, Mister Whitlock. If you move them then the show is over."

"I promise to do my best, Darlin'. You better hurry up though before I start doing the sho…"

Before he could finish his sentence my lips crashed in to his. I lowered my body so we were flush together. I know he was not pleased with the amount of clothing we had on, but this was my timetable and not his. He usually lets me be the one in control. Who would have thought that Mister High Ranking Confederate Soldier choose to not be in control? Thankfully I didn't let out the snort that I had mentally at that thought.

Instead I moved my hands from my thighs, up the sides of his torso and up the backside of his arms. When I reached where they dipped below his head I moved my fingers through his hair. I moved my hands to place my palms on each cheek and kissed him deeper. He gasped against my mouth as he felt the sensation. I knew what he was feeling, because it's what I was feeling. It was the butterflies in my chest and the ache in my lower stomach. It was the feeling of breathlessness with each touch. My body pulsed and throbbing, just waiting for him to gift me with the slightest caress. My mind was hazy and I couldn't form a proper thought. Memories and images flashed before my closed eyes and they were all of him, the man that was beneath me.

I moved one palm from his sexy face to break the contact. We both opened our eyes and smiled against each others lips.

"Darlin', that was the most amazing feeling."

"Tell me about it, Cowboy. That's all your doing."

"Am I allowed to touch you now? I need to touch you now."

"Not yet, but soon."

I moved my body down his ever so slowly. My lips and tongue left traces of kisses along his jaw, chin, his throat, that damn sexy Adam's apple and around the collar of his shirt. My fingers trailed to the buttons and popped each one open, very slowly, one by one. I brought my lips back to his and felt him purr against my mouth. Once the shirt was open I sat up and straddled his legs. I began to unbuckle his belt and pop open his button fly jeans. A slight trace of hair trailed below the waistband of his boxers.

He opened his eyes and watched me as I crawled backwards down his body and dragged my fingers over the strong thighs and calves of each leg. I sat back and pulled one foot in to my lap to remove one cowboy boot and then the next. I tossed them haphazardly on the side of the bed. Once his socks were also removed I grabbed the bottom of his pants legs.

"I can help you if you'd let me move my arms."

"I think I can take care of it perfectly fine myself Major Whitlock."

"Don't go tearing 'em off, Sugar. They're my favorite pair."

I raised one eyebrow and cocked my head to the side at that statement.

"In case you have forgotten these are my favorite too. Your ass looks amazing in these."

He laid his head back on his hands and watched as I slowly pulled them off of him. I crawled back up his legs and grabbed the elastic band and tugged on his boxers. He shifted his hips upward slightly and then those were finally removed as well. I let my loose hair run along his bare legs and sex as I watched the muscles in his arms flexing from fighting the urge to move them. This was a battle he would quickly lose.

I laid my fully clothed body down the length of his. I ran my fingers and tongue along his chest and tight abs. I wiggled my chest over his sex and heard a low growl escape him. I scratched his chest and watched as his eyes slowly opened. They were filled with desire and passion. The gaze was so intense I lost my breath. I bit my bottom lip, still a habit of mine, even after so many years since my change, and looked down at my hands.

I slowly raised my body and started to lean towards the side of the bed. Jasper raised one eyebrow as if to ask me what I was doing. I held up one finger to let him know to be patient for just a few more minutes. I stretched halfway off the bed and grabbed the previously discarded book. His jaw dropped open when he saw what I was holding.

JPOV

I just couldn't take it anymore. I could tell from her emotions that she wasn't trying to tease me, but I had had enough. Then the little minx had the nerve to stop just when things were getting hot and heavy to pick up the book. She's going to get hers.

I jumped up and flipped her over. The book bounced on the mattress beside her. She bit her lip again and I almost came undone. It was a good thing I didn't since I had lost my pants sometime ago.

"And what do you think you were doing with the book, Mrs. Whitlock."

"I wanted you to read to me."

"Did you happen to forget what we were in the middle of?"

"Umm… No?"

"I didn't think so. Rhett and Scarlett can wait. We have other things to take care of."

"As you wish, Major."

I had just crashed my lips to hers when we heard a huge commotion from downstairs. Reluctantly I parted from her luscious mouth. We both had no idea what was going on. Then we found the answer to our unspoken questions.

"Honey, I'm hhhhooooommmmeeee!!"